All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

OliviaThe inky blackness of the mine surrounded me, pressing in from all sides.Its weight was palpable, as though I were navigating through a tangible void. Each step felt heavy, laden with both the literal darkness of the cave and the metaphorical weight of my father’s legacy.Up ahead, the narrow beam of my flashlight bobbed unsteadily, providing fleeting glimpses of the mine’s wet, uneven walls and barely illuminating the way forward.The sounds of the mine were a cacophony in the eerie silence: water dripping from stalactites overhead, the distant echo of unseen creatures, and my own labored breathing. A draft occasionally filtered through the tunnels.It should have been refreshing to feel the breeze on my skin in this dark mine, but all it did was chill the sweat on my brow and make me shiver, as though some unseen specter was breathing on the back of my neck.I jumped as a bat, its wings whispering like old paper, flitted past, nearly grazing my cheek. More followed, casting

OliviaThe echoing stillness of the mines wrapped around me like a shroud.The dim, unsteady light of my flashlight barely pierced the inky blackness, making the pathways and corridors seem to stretch on endlessly. Every turn and crevice I passed held memories of my father’s soot-covered face, and I was constantly haunted by the phantom specter of a past long gone.“Dad?” I murmured under my breath as I navigated a particularly treacherous bend. My mind wandered back to the stories he had told me when I was little about these mines, the legends and the tales of treasures and horrors that lay beneath the surface.But those stories had never prepared me for this.Then, my ears pricked up. There it was again, that faint, ethereal voice, distant yet so familiar.“Olivia…”My heart raced. That voice was familiar, too familiar. My dad had been dead for years, but I swore that it sounded just like him. And in this deep, dark space, my mind jumped at the chance to have a friendly voice callin

OliviaThe echo of my own footfalls seemed magnified in the otherwise silent darkness of the mine. The solitary beam from my lantern danced around, casting long, eerie shadows on the jagged walls. Every small sound I made seemed to bounce back at me, filling the tunnel with whispers.Suddenly, I stopped. There it was again—a voice, soft and distant, calling out my name. The strangest thing about it was its familiarity, sending a shiver down my spine. I tried to rationalize it away, blaming the mine’s acoustics for playing tricks on my mind.Whipping around, I swung the flashlight around the room and saw that there was nothing there. Just another trick of the mines, my ears playing pranks on me. I shook my head, dropping the cut end of the rope from my hand.The diamond was up ahead; all I had to do now was grab it, and then find my way out. Maybe by then I would have my wolf senses, and I could easily backtrack to the entrance once more. I was certain that it would be that simple.Tak

OliviaDust clouded my vision and the cavernous echo of the collapsing tunnel rang in my ears.My body reacted faster than my mind, scrambling back on instinct alone, away from the silhouette that had lied to me and pretended to be my father. But with each attempt to steady myself, the unstable ground beneath me shook, knocking me to the cold, rough floor.“Dad?” My voice, trembling and hoarse, was barely audible even to my own ears amidst the chaos.He stood there, eerily still, unaffected by the shaking earth or the deafening roar. The walls rumbled, amplifying the haunting atmosphere of the sealed room. Debris continued to fall like a curtain, sealing us away from the outside world.The weight of our isolation bore down on me, making it harder to breathe.“Help me!” I pleaded, reaching out a trembling hand, desperately hoping that somewhere inside this monstrosity, my father’s spirit still lingered. I remembered hearing tales of the miners’ spirits staying trapped here in the mines

Olivia“I’ll do it,” I whispered, feeling a tear roll down my cheek. “The diamond in exchange for Aurora.”The witch smirked. “Good girl,” she said, extending the diamond toward me.Swallowing the lump in my throat, I reached out for the shining diamond in the witch’s hand. But before my fingers grazed it, I paused, looking up at her warily. “You’ll keep your promise,” I said. “I won’t let you take Aurora before she’s three years old.”The witch’s eyes gleamed in the dim blue light cast from the flashlight, but much to my surprise, she nodded. “Of course. Three years. No more, no less.”It pained me to make this agreement. But my wolf, when her voice had broken through the spell for a few moments, had been right; we could remedy this within that time frame. I was sure of it. And right now, all that mattered was saving my kids, my friends, my pack, and Nathan.I needed to become the Ancient Wolf. I needed that power to do all of those things. Nathan would be furious with me, but it had